His First Love Tried to Frame Me, But I Smiled at the Hidden Camera Above
In the seventh year of my relationship with Ethan Shaw, his long–dead first love “came back to life.”
He reunited with her and spent every day by her side.
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The once arrogant Ethan would now bend down to tie her shoelaces when no one was looking, and his eyes would turn red with concern when she pricked her finger.
At that moment, I knew my relationship with Ethan had come to an end.
I boarded a plane to leave, but that flight crashed later that night, with no survivors among the hundred–plus passengers.
When Ethan heard the news, he went mad, holding my clothes and crying day and night with regret.
But what he didn’t know was that I never got on that plane.
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I had just finished showering when I received a text from Ethan’s best friend.
“Sis, Ethan’s had a bit too much to drink. Could you come pick him up?”
The location was a bar they frequented. Ethan had taken me there before, but I didn’t like such noisy environments, so more often than not, I just went to pick up a drunk Ethan.
I replied, “Sure, I’ll be right there.”
I quickly changed and headed out.
At the bar, someone led me to the VIP room on the top floor.
The decor was luxurious, and only the rich and powerful could access the top floor.
The door to the room was slightly ajar, but instead of the expected noise, it was eerily quiet inside.
Suspicious, I pushed the door open. Suddenly, there was a “pop,” and confetti rained down from above. Soft music filled the air, and the floor was covered with heart–shaped candles.
I looked up to see Ethan standing not far away, holding a bouquet of red roses and gazing at me lovingly.
“Natalie, will you marry me?”
He walked towards me, one step at a time, then knelt on one knee. He took out a ring from his pocket and held it up to me.
The friends in the room started to cheer, chanting in unison, “Say yes! Say yes!”
My eyes welled up with tears. I had imagined this scene countless times.
Him in a suit, holding roses, walking towards me, proposing in front of our friends, with their blessings.
We had walked this path for seven whole years.
Twi-”
Before I could finish saying “I will, this romantic atmosphere was shattered by the sound of breaking bottles.
The room was dimly lit, and we heard a waiter frantically apologizing.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“What kind of clumsy waiter did they hire? Just fire them already,” someone grumbled, scaring the waiter so much that they fell to their knees.
*Please don’t fire me. I’m sorry. How much was the wine? I’ll pay for it. Please don’t report this to the manager.
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Not wanting to be too hard on the waiter, I quickly said, “It’s okay, you don’t need to pay. You can go now.”
But they didn’t move, just kept crying on their knees. After a while, it started to get annoying.
The commotion soon reached the manager’s ears. He didn’t dare delay and came running, knowing he couldn’t afford to offend the VIP guests.
“I’m terribly sorry, gentlemen. It’s our fault. All
drinks in the room tonight are on the house.”
The manager was very polite, bowing and apologizing as soon as he entered.
We were all easy–going and not short on money, so a few bottles of wine weren’t worth making a big fuss over.
But some of Ethan’s friends loved to play around. They opened a bottle of beer and put it on the table, smirking at the waiter.
“Drink this whole bottle, and we’ll let it go. In fact, I’ll even give you a thousand bucks.”
The female waiter was about to refuse when the manager scolded her, “Lily, drink up and apologize to these gentlemen.”
“What did you say her name was?” Ethan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up coldly.
His voice was trembling slightly.
Someone turned on the lights, and everyone gasped.
Because the waiter’s face was identical to Ethan’s “deceased” first love.
